Non-Transferable August 26, 2008

I just came back from holidays this past week and there was a song that we listened to on the Harley during our vacation that made my skin tingle and my heart ache.  It is a country song that I had never heard before and from the moment that Ray said “You’ll like this song” I was overcome by it.  I made him play it a couple of times over.  So when I got home today I decided that I would download it to my iPod so I could listen to it whenever the urge struck me.

The weird thing is?  It is NOTHING like it was on that trip.  I don’t know if it was the addition of the bike/road noise, the closeness that comes with sitting snug up behind someone for hours on end, the warmth of the sunshine and the soothing turns of the road?  I don’t know if it was all of those or none of those but in that moment on that day, I felt that song.  

It’s a nice song, please don’t get me wrong, but the passion that I could hear in it that day is gone.  I guess some things aren’t meant to be transferred to real life but instead are meant to stay out on the road, out there where there are no time limits, no ‘have to’s’, no errands, no obligations.  Out there where life is sweet and quiet and close and simple.

If that’s the case, I’ll happily leave that song out on the warm road with the cool breezes and wait until I run across it again.

Find yourself a hobby! August 15, 2008

In the past I’ve endeavored to find a hobby… one that requires some skill, that I”m willing to learn, but doesn’t require a tonne of money or really an unreasonable amount of time to put in.  The last thing I decided that I would probably love and be EXCELLENT at was pottery!  That’s right… think the movie Ghost and the scene with the pottery wheel and Patrick Swayze coming back from the afterlife to make sweet muddy love to Demi Moore.  Okay it’s NOTHING LIKE THAT!  AT ALL!  Of course I wasn’t expecting an erotic experience, but she made it look so easy!  Flawlessly easy!  It ISN’T!  It’s hard, requires manual dexterity, which I have an average amount of, short nails, which I do not have and enough patience to get 90% of the way through making what shortly resembles a vase when it all crumples and goes flying off the wheel!  I, as a warm blooded and sensitive girl, can’t deal with that kind of rejection from a piece of mud!  So I gave up on Pottery.  To be honest tho, I would like to give ‘hand forming’ a go… where you roll out your piece of clay and use forms to mold it to, and then you can engrave or stamp a pattern on… think pretty little bowl you could keep your keys and loose change in.  Anyway, the world of pottery is not entirely dead to me, but I thought I should try to find a less volatile hobby.

My best girlfriend is an AMAZING photographer and even with the few tips she gave me about composition before we went to Thailand last year, I’ve become a better photographer.  I thoroughly enjoy taking pictures and trying to get a unique shot.  Much of the time I”m not successful, but when I am, it reminds me why I like doing it.  I can express my creativity with clean hands and a sure medium!  I have been known to get a bit dirty when taking pics tho, as I have no problem getting down on the wet ground to take an eye to eye picture of my sleeping cat.  Anyway, best girlfriend has lent me an amazing SLR film camera and a really cool super wide angle lens and tripod… I’ve asked for a digital SLR for my 30th birthday.  I believe this is something that I could get better at with practice and education.  The opportunity to practice presents itself almost daily in every day life and I”m willing to practice!  I want to ‘artfully’ document the next 30 years of my life… just think, maybe if I get good at the photography, I can photograph myself fighting with pottery again… now wouldn’t that make a pretty picture!

 

~P’cess

Perhaps YOU Should Have A Drink, Moron! (Volume 1) August 7, 2008

Shanny goes to the pharmacy with a new prescription for the ever-hated birth control pill.  This is a revised prescription from the one that she has been on for the last 4 months.  Conversation ensues:

Pharmacist:  I see you’re changing your prescription

Shanny:  Yes.

Pharmacist:  Did you find that the first one wasn’t working?

Shanny:  Well it must’ve worked at least partially since I’m not pregnant!

Pharmacist:  *blushing* well…um…yes.

Fortunate! August 6, 2008

I was sitting here making lists this evening for several trips that are all coming up back to back in the very near future and I was starting to get a little worked up and stressed out about how much I have to do before those days come.  I was feeling completely overwhelmed and I couldn’t even squeeze out the beginning of a packing list or a task calendar.  I was getting cranky and frustrated and didn’t want to have anything to do with any of it.

And then I kicked my own ass!  I realized that the reason that I have so much to do and so much to plan is because I am now the proud owner of a life.  Yup, I have plans and stuff to do and someone to do it all with.  I have things to look forward to and someone to help me with the plans and the preparation.

I’ve been wanting to write this post for awhile and I realize that this website has been alive for awhile and I haven’t written anything on it.  I guess because I didn’t want the first post of mine to wax on endlessly about how happy I am to be in the relationship that I’m in.  The fact is though, I am.  I have someone who laughs to tears with me in the complete darkness of a tent trailer at night.  I have someone who listens to me tell the same dumb story to various people and still laughs at it.  I have someone who puts an ice cube in my coffee in the morning before he hands it to me because he knows I don’t like it hot.  I have someone that I have never, ever had to phone because he calls first.  I have someone.  I had started to lose hope that I would find the person who made me laugh and who made me feel whole.  He’s not what I pictured in my head during all the years of waiting and for that I am eternally grateful.  He’s becoming entwined in my life and it’s not as scary as I thought it would be. 

So I have lists to make and meals to plan and things to pack.  I have appointments and dinners and dates and new friends and things to do.  I have the life that I wanted and I will relish every single moment of busy because the alternative is not worth thinking about at all.